The command helicopter sliced through the night air with a rhythmic hum. Ethan sat in the co-pilot's seat, watching as the lights of civilization faded, replaced by the absolute darkness of the northern wilderness. Jason kept his hands steady on the controls, his eyes fixed on the flight path.
"Crul, what is the situation?" asked Ethan.
[Everything is correct, Master. I am controlling the GPS of every vehicle in the column. I have virtually separated them and am covering their trail by overlaying false images onto security cameras and commercial satellites. There will be no issues until we reach the embarkation point] said Crul.
Ethan nodded slightly and activated the radio channel for all pilots to hear.
"To all aerial units, follow the GPS markers strictly. I'll see you at the rendezvous point. Do not deviate even a meter," said Ethan.
"These helicopters are the best money and technology can offer, Boss. We'll be at the landing zone in about six hours," said Jason.
